Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw Lord baby, she got a phone
baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we high
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg,
You a giant baby, you steppin' on niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta ease that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big
And choke even harder, cause you's a dog
You's a, you's a fuckin' champ, are puppies baby
They can't, they can't with you baby, Lord

Racks on on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)
Double G all on my cap, (yeah) on a Maybach (smear)
that pussy like Pap (smear)
eatin' that bitch the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she it clap
I'm 'bout to write a letter,
'em I'm doin' way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the of the year
(yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the
I'm a Calvin model on billboards,
I did a campaign the fellas (right)
Adidas gave me another deal and
Hennessy too, they got (alright)
videos in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They me all these free
clothes (right) momma just put it on
I run the shit like a relay, niggas have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
When it be raining outside nigga, you the
Cause that just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I'ma call you YamaGucci, baby
Cause you just all over the fuckin' world with this shit,
Niggas cannot you

Trench coat mob is a Go-Go
You don't wanna see a pretty scene get
Fuckin' the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no
Pap-pap, puttin' inside a casket
that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put bitch inside a prophylactic
When I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double
From a city built on and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and packin' what you lackin'
Take you out and they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
Back in the hood they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the
Now a nigga where they checkin' my Visa, look

Nah baby, kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp
This nigga got a Boost, baby, the fuck
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a trap
Nigga you need to get one of fuckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't even us, baby

Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk,
on my enemies, I ain't even tyin' up the pumps, huh
Imagine I tie 'em up, yeah
I shake 'em, they gon' a crutch, yeah
And I ain't talkin' bitches
I say they got their panties in a bunch
I'm niggas, I ain't talkin' nada
ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my up
Tryna stay on pace? You gon' to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it
Pull up to the place, fucked her we met up
Yeah, I'm buzz, but I never let up
I ain't a doctor, but I got my check up
up, check up, check up, check up
I'm playin' chess, you on checkers
That's why your gang can never us
take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, up, check up
I got a on my watch (wait)
I'm losin' of time
Cause I don't hear tick or no (yup)